#dadaman

He pauses. Glitches a little. Never in his many years of living has he heard anyone call him that. He doesn’t respond. Brain still fogged at the comment. He just hums lowly. Turns his head back, giving himself to the attention of the tv. Soft. Right then.

You think nothing of it. He has such a way of expressing himself, that you know of. You just giggle and also turn back to the tv.

Soft.

The word remains. Panging in his head through the rest of the movie. On your late night ride to his apartment. You’re both in his car. The sky darkening. A bluey orange colour. Cars appearing less often. Street lights illuminating. A few flicker in the distance.

He’s been silent all this time you can’t figure out why. Oh well. His brain still lagging, you’re mouthing off another planned babysitting not knowing his mind isn’t here.

“… gift for Yuji- Kuna?” You ask, body turned slightly in his direction. You’re looking at him with concern. So sweet aren’t you.

“.. hm?” Eyes still focused on the road. One hand on the wheel, the other at the gear stick. He hasn’t been listening. You squint your eyes a bit. Curious.

“You’re quiet.”

“M’always quiet.”

“More than usual.” You say with a snicker. Teeth showing a little. Nose crimping slightly.

He’s just so much more quiet today. Confusing. Ever since you left his family house. Have you upset him? You don’t know.

“Jus’ tired.”

“You do look it to be fair.” Another giggle.

“Wanna be funny huh?”

You’re cackling at him now. You don’t know you’re so fucked.

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Face buried between your thighs, his mouth crying into your pussy. All wet. Squelching. Squeezing. It’s not enough. He wants to be in your skin. Wants to breathe your air. Biting, gnawing at your thighs, leaving darker marks. But no. He won’t let you have him yet. You don’t deserve it.

Every suck, every kiss has you writhing beneath him. Legs kicking at his shoulders. He doesn’t budge. His body rock-like.

He’s got you in his bed. Dripping all over. Sweat filled back staining the sheets as well as your leaking pussy.

Twisting, turning. You’re naked underneath him. Back hauled into an ugly bow shape. Ugly sounds leaving your mouth. You’re so close. You can’t help it. Not when he’s been tormenting you for hours you could barely count. His tongue dancing, curling on your clit. You’re wailing now. All teary-eyed looking down at him. Head bobbing from sobs. He loves seeing you cry.

“Sukuunaa ugh.” Your voice all whiny. Pathetic. Head tipping. Digging into the pillow. Lashes wet.

“thought you said m’too soft.” Low-toned voice. Syrupy. He’s taunting you. Deep red eyes staring up into you from below. Watching you. Fully clothed. Tongue still abusing your puffy clit. Pulsating. Begging for mercy.

He’s gotten you close four times now. Your body can’t take another denial. He won’t even finger you. Nah you don’t deserve that. Called him soft.

You’re juttering your hips, hoisting it further to his plump lips. White hot. Blinding pleasure. Fuck.

“If you could see yourself right now. Pathetic.” He’s provoking you. Wants to see when you’ll break. You will break. For him you will. He knows you will. Your body’s already betraying you.

“Haven’t even fingered you properly ‘nd you’re shaking like this baby.” Grinning slightly. He’s loving this.

Your arms are splayed above you, around you, reaching the dark wooden headboard, the sheets below, his face, trying to pull him by his pink hair, closer into you. You want him inside you so badly. He won’t let you get what you want though.

“Mmf-fhuck, m’sorry.” Whimpering so pathetically but he’s so turned on by it. You’re chanting “m’sorry”’s, “please” but he’s evil. Won’t let you win this one.

Schlup schlurp

He’s ignoring you. You hate it so much.

Tongue rubbing at your poor clit. Cheeks hollow. Your body nearing its release. It’s so delicious. You can feel it. Burning. Searing.

Body all hot and moist.

“Awh look at that wet cunt,” he’s spitting on you. Laughing at you.

“she’s begging for it.” Schlurp.

“Ain’t you messy girl?” Fuck. He’s not speaking to you anymore. Just mouthing away at your clit. Talking all in your pussy. Sucking up his spit, your fluids just to spit back on your pussy again. Repeating. Pussy all drenched in his spit.

“m’not giving you this one.” Voice airy, low.

It’s just there. Just over there. Trembling. Incoherent sounds leaving you. Voice broken from screaming. Your body preparing to quench this torrid ache he’s giving you- gone. The build up fades in quick unsatisfying waves. You’re bawling, sobbing, gripping tightly at the sheets. Squeezing so hard, your pulse hammering in your fingers. Knuckles now faintly lighter. The fifth time he’s done this to you. You think you’re gonna die. It’s too painful. Painfully sweet.

“Kuna p-please.” The words slurred in your mouth. Voice coarse. You can barely speak. Your head lolled to the side. Eyes lidded, rolling, peaking open and close. His breath still fanning your pussy. He’s grinning at you. Canines on display. Tattoos stretching with his grin. Enjoying you unravel so grisly before him. It’s so blurry you can hardly see anything.

“K-kiss me.” You say, voice quivering. Your body heaving. He’s just staring at you with that stupid attractive grin.

He just hums in response. You want to kill him. You’re now glaring down at him. Elbows hiking you slightly. Wobbling a tad. Cheeks deepened in colour. Hair all messed up. Chest toting up and down. Angry. Brows screwed.

He’s waiting to see if you’ll say something else that’s stupid. He scoffs internally. Soft. Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna. Soft?

Staring back at you with a calm ease, you’re quick, you try and grab his fingers. He’s pulling them out of reach immediately. At this point you’ll have to do it yourself. You can’t though. After him, getting off alone is impossible. He did that to you. Cursed you. Ruined. You try and bring your hand down to your pussy instead. He’s quick to slap your hand away.

“Ow- nghhfuh.”

Instead of kissing you, he’s immediately back on your clit. Abusing, licking, slurping. Humming into you. Groaning. You’re pushing away at his head. Hitting, clawing at his face. It’s just too much. Thighs haven’t stopped shaking. You’re a mess.

“Think you’ve learnt your lesson, hm pretty?” Mouth full of pussy. You can’t even respond.

He’s frothing at the sides. Drooling. Wetness leaking down his maw.

“Fuck you taste good.. always so good.” He’s fixated. Consumed. Pussy overpowering him. He’s fighting so hard not to split you open, bruise into you. It’ll hurt so good. He knows that. You want it.

Face flushed pink. Eyes now shut tight. Taking quick strong breaths. Urging his face closer. Immersed in your scent. Your taste. He could eat you forever. He’s trying to rut his nose deeper into your mons. Hairs tickling the tip of it. He’s breathing into your pussy. Eyes rolling back, closing quick. Deep quick breaths. You’re jutting your hips away, the sensation overwhelming you. He’s chasing you back down into the bed. Big beefy biceps flexing as he’s pushing your hips down. Can’t leave him. You’re stuck.

“Mmm you’re so close aren’t ya.” Mocking. Belittling you. Voice all rough, haggard. Affected by you.

There’s still a deep ache inside you. Need to be claimed. Taken. Fucked.

“Kunaa~ m’beggin- ngh.” Voice all out of breath cut short as his tongue starts circling your opening. Fucking finally.

He slowly pushes it inside. The wet muscle. Slowly. Teasing you. He wants you to keep begging. Stay pathetic for him.

“Ugh fuck yes- so good.” You’re so far gone. Eyes spiraling. Hips grinding deeper into his face. He’s finally where you need him most. Inside. But it’s still not enough. You crave something bigger. Thicker.

He’s sucking, drinking, gulping up your dripping juices. Pussy whipped. His jaw aching. He needs more of your pussy. Needs to fuck you.

You’re all over the place. Legs closing in, thighs caging his face. He lets you. Hands deep in his hair tugging. You can’t even rip a few hairs out, he’s got you so weak.

“Closer.” You whine.

“Fuck. Can’t get enough of this pussy.” Groaning into your hole. Now jabbing his tongue in you. Quick strikes. Fucking you with it. It’s close but not enough. It’s not what you need right now. You want his hands in you. His cock. Anything else.

After what feels like a million years he’s bringing his hands, currently wrapped around your thighs not letting you escape, down to your pussy.

Forcing two thick, fat fingers, index and middle, into you.

You’re screaming. Crying. Can’t see from the tears. It’s too blurry.

He’s pistoning them. Fucking you fast and hard. Ugly moans spilling from you. He’s eating this shit up. Loves the way you’re grinding down and running away at the same time. Can’t get enough.

“Nah don’t run.” Voice all menacing.

The heat in your belly, vibrant, alive. You’re so close. Sooo close. Two.. three more rapid pumps of his fingers and you’re convulsing. Violently shaking under him. Writhing. White hot. Piercing through you. He doesn’t stop, keeps pumping them into you. You’re clenching so hard it looks painful.

“F-fuck fuck.”

“Thaaa’s it baby.” Face all hot, fingers still charging into you. Arms flexing, biceps bulging out.

“Still soft?”

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He’s got your legs on his shoulders. Stuffing you full of his fat burly raw dick. It’s too thick. Too rugged. Leaky, angry dark red tip brushing up against your cervix. Balls slapping your arse. It hurts too good. This is what you needed. The pain. This ache.

“O-oh my g-god don’t stop.” You’re bawling. Face twisted in such scorching hot pleasure. He’s pressing your thighs down, forcing your knees into your chest. It hurts even more now. Fully on top of you. His heavy weight shoving you further into the sheets. Chests nearly pressed together. Only blocked by your knees. His face so close to yours. Stained wet. Everything’s all wet.

“Jus’ wanted to wet my dick huh?”

He’s bringing his hands up to your sweaty neck, locking them around it.

Eyes widening, you’re staring deeply at him. Still bouncing from the force of his hips. He’s gently squeezing your neck. Testing. You’re still moaning loudly around him. Pussy sucking in his cock.

Squelch squelch

Gripping. A white ring forming at the bass, spilling to his balls.

The squeeze around your neck tightening.

“Ugh fuck w-wait.. Kuna.” He’s still not listening to you. Still angry. Won’t even respond to you.

His pace slowing purposefully now. Long deep strokes. You can really feel the sink of his cock. All eight thick girthy inches. Wants you to feel it in your throat. Die on it. You’re malfunctioning. Spasming below him. Cumming. Brain gone. The whites of your eyes showing. He’s burly tip ramming into your g spot. Rigid. You’re babbling. Shuddering. Tears pooling down. Too wet. Searing hot. Your climax burning through you. He still fucking you through your high.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you cum.” Voice low, seething with pleasure filled rage.

Still slow hard thrusts, he’s asking you,

“Am I still soft?” Voice ragged. Breathing sharp. His free arm coming down to slap your face. Hard. It’s definitely leaving a mark later. Pussy clenching.

“Hm baby?”

Grabbing your cheeks now. Smushing it. Your lips puckered. Drool spilling out. Eyes dilated.

“Tell me.”

He’s patting that side of your face, light taps, smushing your cheeks again. You’re gone. Too far gone. You want him to hit you again. Slow deep strokes sending you over the edge. You’re moaning, whimpering. Body betraying you once more. You want to cum again.

“Y-yes. Wait no, no..ngh.” Can hardly hear him. Brain too fogged.

“This fucking bitch.” Growling angrily. He pulls out of you completely. Dark flushed tip. Angry red. Leaking a mixture of you and pre. You’re whole body jerking, sad at the loss. His knees digging into the bed he’s sitting on his calves.

“Nah m’not gonna give you what you want,

Stupid bitch can’t answer for shit.” Brows screwed, nose flared, face contorting. Seething.

“P-please.. ngh, m’sorry m’so sorry.” Body falling to your right. You’re curling around yourself. Tired. Used. He flips you back onto your back, spreading your legs wide, shoving three thick fingers deep. You can’t even scream anymore. Voice gone. Broken. Can’t even fight his fingers. Just throbbing. Mouth all open no sound apart from heavy breaths.

He’s fucking them so fast you can’t keep up. The heat sitting low in your belly, it’s different. Wait. This pressure. Warm. Intense. What-Fuck. You needed to pee. You’re slapping his arms vigorously, tapping out.

“Su- agh fuck, w-wait. Need to pee.” He’s not stopping.

“It’s..mmhpleaseee. P-pee. Haveta pee.”

“Then pee. I’m not stopping you.” Taunting. Fingers curling. Blunt ends feeling up your g spot. Thumb twirling your clit.

Pussy gushing. You’re squirting before you can even register it. Spraying. It’s on the sheets, everywhere. His face.

“Fhuck, oh my go- nhh.” You’re mewling.

“Oh fuck..aaatta girl. Squirt all on me, thaaa’s it.” Beaming at your pussy. All thirty-twos showing. Face now covered in your juices. He’s being so mean to you. More tears spilling from you. Maw still agape.

“Think I’m still soft?”

This fucker.

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you start trying to take it away from him, to tease him. of course that doesn’t work very well. strong hands gripping your tight arched body thats rising against the backseat he’s got you pressed into. each powerful thrust he feeds you is threatening a loud sound out of you. however, you use every ounce of your strength to keep the sounds to a minimum. and by minimum its a, “hic! — umph mmmfuc—nngh…ah! tsssah”. toji slows his hips in annoyance. big rough hands yank your hips back onto his dick one last time before he stills, “fuck me. cmon. move it—selfish ass bitch..”. your eyes fly open as you press your knees down to the seat, giving yourself the pressure needed to slam your pussy on him the best you can. toji grips your ankle in his huge hand that completely wraps all the way around it and tightens. his other hand rubbing the stubble growing on his jaw, eyes boringly watching you pathetically fuck yourself onto his thick cock. you lift urself up by your arms to give yourself more strength to do what he asked of you, not wanting to piss him off even more. but…your visibly struggling. and as much as you don’t want to, you start to whine, pussy aching for him to go back to dicking you good. the sound of your whine hitting tojis ears immediately pisses him off, “uh uh, clearly you didn’t like when i was fucking you, so do it yer self.”. “mmnn t—tojiiii pleasseee im sorrryy daddy…” his large overbearing frame leans over your back, lips right by your ear, hands and hips still refusing to help you. “what was that? say that again?” your pussy clenching at the warmth of his breath against your ear and the heat of his body above your body, dick still keeping you stretched, strong hand gripping your ankle so tight it feels like it might break! “’said im sorry daddy..”, your soft little hand reaching behind you and resting it on his handsome face, looking back at him with those fuck me eyes that win him over every time, “i w—wanna be loud for youu, please help me be loud for you..” hot pussy still dripping down your thighs, squeezing onto his fat dick. he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, his other hand dropping your ankle (your now numb foot flopping onto the seat) and grabbing your face roughly with a harsh tsk!, all 8 inches of hard meaty dick suddenly punched completely inside you, buried to the hilt in less than half a second. the most pornographic cock drunk moan escaping from deep in your gut, thru your panicked chest, and flies out your tight pretty throat. the sound instantly makes tojis balls tighten, the intensity of the affect the noise had on him makes him let out a breathy laugh (to keep him from busing waayyy to quick in your pussy). “thereee we go, there’s my girl—missed you baby. you better fucking keep that up so i can get your pretty womb full of me hehe..”

he’s eating you out everywhere he can, every chance he gets. you're washing the dishes? suddenly he’s on his knees behind you devouring your sweet sweet pussy, “jus keep cleanin girl mmch..”. dick hardening below you at the sound of your overwhelmed whines from trying to wash the dishes and tolerate his skilled tongue. you doing the laundry? now you're on top of the washing machine, lets pressed wide open by tojis strong hands, mouth latching onto your clit, eyes staring you down while your grinding your pussy into his face, both hands on the back of his head, pulling his mouth deeper onto your clit, your biting your lip so hard it might bleed. once you somehow manage a leg around his head and hold his face into your pussy, your head is thrown back, mouth open, sounds flying out, moans bouncing off the laundry room walls. just like that his eyes are tightly squeezed shut. so focused on letting you grind and grip and and — “fuuuuck t—toji ohmygodohmygod im gunna fuckin cummmffhhh tsssah!!” thats what he does it for. right there. you feel vibrating into your pussy and if you listen closely, he’s damn near whining into your pussy at the way your belting right now. and he just adores the way you make sounds even when you're not the one receiving the pleasure. hand in his pants while he’s on the game, pulling his half hard (and still abnormally large) dick out. you're spitting and slobbering all over your hand and using your nasty slutty spit to jerk him off, dick rock hard in 3 seconds flat. “damn s’like that baby? such a whore for this dick huh?” you nod your horny head, “heh, okay do your worst baby”. he’s got the controller right above his abs, fingers flying over all the buttons, eyes glued to the screen, ignoring his pretty baby and letting you do your thing. you're talking to him just a little bit, telling him things like “damn nice shot baby,” and “does that feel good daddy?”, it's not an issue at first, he’s answering you no problem. “thank you sweet thing, fuckers’ not on my level….” and “yeah.. doing real good for me, sexy”. until you sit your pussy on the heel on your foot. not grinding or anything, just feeling the pressure on your clit from your weight pressing you down onto your hard heel. you start to feel those precious moans coming from out of you while you jerk him. suddenly it's not so easy to focus on the game anymore. you're in his ear, softly moaning little whines, “i love youu toji..l—love your dick baby..” he’s off the game just like that. there’s no way in hell he can fucking focus on that shit anymore. he’s saving his game, exiting to lobby, shutting everything down. you're watching his face shift from being locked in to the game to absolutely giving up on that shit. “w-whats wrong ‘ji?” “on your knees.”

now speaking of you talking and moaning, that leads to the next point. toji LOVES forcing you to talk while your moaning. giant rough hand gripping your fucked out face. tojis forehead pressed against yours, eyes staring into yours thats are twitching, crossing, and rolling all at once. his hips grinding and slamming his cock into your tight heat, “tell me tssss fuck—tell me how it feels doll”. you guys don't do missionary often but when you do god damn its undefeated. it's so personal and intimate. toji isn’t like his usual self when he’s fucking you face to face. he’s completely smitten, every sound you make has him thinking of all the ways he’s gonna marry you, get you pregnant, kill for you, die for you. “please..talk to me baby.” god he’s so close, he wants to cum so bad but he needs to hear you talk. he needs to hear that struggle. that inability to form correct thoughts and sentences, all because of him. “it’s—ohmy...its so..sshiiii—i canticcanntt nghhfuckk hic! huc! pleasepleaseplease im gonna mmake a m—mess ah!” it's over, “uhhhcc fuck..imgonnafuckingcum takeittakeit!” and a mess you made indeed. a mess you both made. your mess is a splash of squirts all over his abs and thighs, his mess floods your womb and spills out down between your ass. you're borderline passed out and he’s breathing so hard he think he might die.

and one day, your sounds might literally be the death of him.

a/n: thought of this cuz im loud asf and cant help it.😜 emoji in the comments if u relate!! i proofread this like thrice but ik imma reread this later and see hella impurities smh..

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